Good Boy, Let Big Brother Give You a Hug

Pei Zhen was a good-looking man with idealistic thoughts.

Fu Sichen saw the hope in Pei Zhen's eyes and didn't want to be so cruel as to crush his ideas. He coughed lightly and changed the topic. "It's late; let's go to bed."

Pei Zhen didn't know how else to convince him.

Damn it.

The shameless Fu Sichen—not only did he want to top Pei Zhen, he had ended up on Pei Zhen's bed.

After he had jumped over to the neighboring balcony, he couldn't bear to go home.

Pei Zhen was annoyed that Fu Sichen hadn't answered his question, and when he saw that Fu Sichen was heading into his bedroom, he gave an expulsion order.

"Get out."

Fu Sichen, however, had already made himself comfortable on Pei Zhen's bed. "Sorry, my legs are shaking, and I can't jump back over."

"That's good too." Pei Zhen smirked. "Take a fall from the balcony and go to the hospital where they can give you a brain examination as well."